The fiery sun of my passionsEvaporates the love lakes of my soulClouds my thoughts and rains you into existenceAs I take flight on bolts of lightingClaiming chaos as my concubine and you as my me

I of the storm you of the seaWe of the moon land of the freeWhat have I done to deserve this? Am I happy?Happiness is a mediocre sin set for a middle class existence

I see through smiles and smell truth in the distanceBeyond one dimensional smiles and laughterLies are hereafter where tears echo laughterYou'd have to do math to divide a smile

By a tear times fear equals mere truthI simply delve in the air and if that's the caseAll I have to breath and all else will followThat's why drums are hollow, and I like drums, drums are good

But I can't think straightI lack the attention span to meditateMy attention spans galaxies here and now are immenseSeconds are secular, moments are mine

Self is illusion, music's divineNoosed by the strings of Jimmy's guitarI swing Purple Hazed pendulumHypnotizing the part of I that never dies

Look into my eyes are the windows of the soulIt's fried chicken collies and cornbreadIt's corn milk flour sour cream eggs and oilIts the stolen blood of the earth

Used to make cars run and kill the fishWho me? I play scalesThe scales of dead fish of oil slicked seasMy sister blows wind through the hollows of fallen tress

And we are the echoes of eternity, echoes of eternityEchoes of eternity maybe you heard of usWe do rebirths, revokes and resurrectionsWe threw basement parties in pyramids

I left my tag on the wallThe beats would echo of the stoneAnd solidify into the form of light bulbsDestined to light of the heads of future generations

They're releasing it up in the form of omMaybe you heard of usIf not then you must be trying to hear usIn such cases we can't be heard

We remain in the darkness unseenIn the center of unpeeled bananas we exist uncolored by perceptionClothed to the naked eyeFive senses cannot sense the fact of our existence

And that's the only factIn fact there are no facts, fax me a fact and I'll telegramI'll hologram, I'll telephone the Son Of Man and tell him he is doneLeave a message on his answering machine

Telling him there are noneGod and I are oneTimes moon times star times sunThe factor is me, you remember me

T slung amethyst rocks on Saturn blocks?'Til I got caught up by Earthling copsThey wanted me for their army or whatever, picture meI swirl like the wind tempting tomorrow to be today

Tiptoing the fine line between everything and everything elseI am simply Saturn swirling sevenths through soothThe sole living air of air and I, and, and all else followsReverberating the space inside of drum hollows

Package and bottles and chipsAnd tomorrow then sold to the highest niggaI swing from the tallest treeLynched by the lowest branches of me

Praying that my physical will set me free'Cause I'm afraid that all else is vanityMere language is profanityI'd rather hum or have my soul tattooed to my tongue

And let the scriptures be sung in gibberishAs words be simple fish in my soulquariumAnd intellect can't swim so I stopped combing my mindSo my thoughts could lock

I'm tired of trying to understandPerceptions are mangled matted and knotted anywayLife is more than what meets the eye and ISo elevate I to the third and even that shit seems absurd

And your thoughts leave you third isolatedNo man is an island but I often feel aloneSo I find peace through om